Beating his mighty wings on high.
Feathers sturdy and in place,
Never falling off when met with Sun's face.
His cry of joy ringing through the air,
His cry of freedom trembling through the berrier.
Screeching of delight while doing flips and turns,
He heads home while the Sun still burns.
He protects his young as any father should,
Keeping predators away as any male could.
His Mate lies in wait for him,
Having already fed the younger kin.
His one true mate, as beautiful as ever,
With silky-smooth fur and gorgeous white feathers.
She sleeps next to him, Mates forever.
The children cuddle close,
Daddy's paw a soft loving tether.
As dawn breaks and light brings anew,
The Gryphon wakes, wishing to surprise with food.
He leaves before they wake, Love filling his heart,
Not waiting till the sun breaks, one of the hardest parts.
He arrives back home, food in beak.
But sees catasrophy in all that he sees.
His family is amiss, blood and feathers everywhere,
Seeing nothing in sight, but horrors filling his stare.
His cry no longer of joy.
His screech no more filled with delight.
Only rage and sadness fill the trembling air.
And all the other species feel the Gryphon's despair.
But then there's a cry,
A small cry in the sky.
He races towards it, heart filled with hope.
Does his Mate live, with his young that still grow?
High in the cliffs, above the clouds,
A mother, for her young, using her wings as shrouds.
They are safe!
They are alive!
But who did this?
"Hippogriph" his mate whispers,
Those horrible creatures.
"How dare they" he roars,
"They shall now be our enemies, forevermore."